Hey! My name is Conan. I am the inner voice of Kovu, that handsome looking Avatar to the left of the journal. He may not look like much, but he's a swell kid. He's new here, just moving in from Tocachi, a land far from here. He quite the adventurous kid, and wants to see the world. Luck doesn't seem to show up very often. He's not too bright either. He often jumps into things without asking for help. It's gotten him into trouble. Like what happened here. But before I go on, let me tell you more about me. I'm kind of like a thought recorder and journal keeper of Kovu. What ever happens to him, I record it in his first person view. Why? In case he needs to take a step back from life, and figure out what's going on. I'm here to keep him straight. It's a big world out there, and without a guide, things can be a little scary. So from here on out, I'll be accounting the events that happens on a day to day basis. If I say anything, it'll be in blue! Well shucks. I just came from the lake, and I know one thing; I'm gunna study up on my fishing BEFORE I go fishing! I sure made a fool of myself down there. Where I come from, there isn't much fishing. I never had the chance to learn! Well, there I was, sitting on the dock, and nervously fiddling with my rod. It wasn't until I was confident I knew how to do it by watching the others, that I cast my rod. The dang thing only went five feet, then plop. Shoot! I slowly looked my shoulder. I saw them snickering! Gawd! Ok ok, I've got it. I reeled it back in, pulled the rod over my head, and thew that sucker. Wow! That did it. It must of gone like 60 feet! Pride overwhelmed me. I tuned to see them still snickering. Just then, The line gave a hard tug. I freaked, let out a yelp, and let go of the rod. It flew into the water. The others at the dock nearly fell over with laughter. Now I'd done it. Despite all the laughings, I went and fished out my rod. It took nearly an hour! Well, I decided to take my gear to the other side of the lake. I could still faintly hear the cruel laughter, and the outlines of those on the dock flailing their arms, trying to reenact the scene to others. I sat down on a rock. Boy, I felt stupid! I really need to get this right, or I'll never live it down. I thew my cast out into the water again. No luck. I moved over and tried again. Another bite! Panic struck me! I held firm to the rod, but didn't know what to do. I just stood there. Seconds later, my line went limp. The fish got away. Dang-it! After some more failed attempts to catch a fish, I slumped away, feeling worse than ever. I needed to be alone for a while...
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_____________________________Poor kid. I told him that he should of asked for help when he got the rod and bait, but pride talked him out of it. After his "alone" time, I cheered him up with the idea of going to the casino. It was good to see his spirits up again.
To be continued...
